Not anymore.
A moody, close-up shot of a gnarled hand hovering over a simmering cauldron, or a vintage key hanging on a weathered door. Dark greens, purples, and silver moonlight tones. The. Witch
So tonight, light a candle for the witch they tried to burn. Not because you fear her—but because you finally understand. Not anymore
What if it’s the quiet power of watching, waiting, and remembering ? Not anymore. A moody